It's Not As Easy As It Looks, chapter 12
It was the 9th of January, not much had happened since New Years day, Tré had gone on holiday with Ramona and Billie was sorting out his divorce, which was giving me a headache.
"Mike, can you make me some coffee please?" Billie mumbled to him shifting through the mass amount of paper work.
"Yes master"
"Thanks pal" I rolled my eyes as Mike ran the errand and left the study room.
"Billie.. Relax" I sighed as he started to get frustrated.
"Where's my pen?!" He yelled, throwing rubbish everywhere and panicking, I rubbed my head and looked around the room.
"Use another one"
"No I'm using the same pen"
"Why?"
"It looks better" I groaned as I watched him rush around the room which had turned into a mess.
"Just use this pen" I said taking a black biro out of my backpack, Billie looked over and shot me a smile.
"Guess I could use another pen"
"Before you die of a panic attack" I sighed handing it to him.
"Are you ready for the awards tomorrow?" Billie nodded as Mike came back in with a cup of warm coffee.
"Here you go your majesty" Billie narrowed his eyes.
"Thanks" He took it and rested it on his wooden desk, clearing the paper out of the way first.
"Mike are you all ready for the awards tomorrow?" Mike nodded to me, I smiled.
"That's good then.. Hey do you put them in a cabinet or something?"
"Kinda yeh" I gave him a funny look before swinging my backpack around my back and standing up.
"Well I best be off" I looked to my watch.
"I have enough time to go into a shop to buy a magazine before my job interview" Yes I was getting a new job, I couldn't just sit on my ass.
"Ok good luck" Billie shouted as I left the room, Mike waved as I turned around and smiled.
"See yah" I opened the door and walked past Mike's car, wishing that I could drive already but I was still taking tests and was still afraid to drive.
***
"Hmm" I browsed through the magazine's picking up two; Kerrang! And Closer, I always loved reading people's stupid stories, so I used to read the magazines when I visited my grandad's house.
I didn't expect America to have Closer on the shelves it must be exported because I know it's English, everytime something reminded me of home I wanted February 10th to come quicker even if I hated that life, I still grew up there and if it wasn't for home, I wouldn't have excellent friends.
I walked to my job interviewer, it wasn't for the zoo unfortunately, but since I had photography qualifications I signed up with a team called 'Click It', who specials in photography for nature, which was my dream job for awhile anyway. I didn't want a job, but I knew to stay in my house and to stay in America I would have to get a job to pay the bills and etc.
Sitting down I set aside my backpack and took out Closer and started to read the Real Life problems.
'Yes officer that's my vibrator! '
My eyes widened, I smiled and decided to read the article, laughing at the fact someone was so sad to tell the world that she had to identify her blue vibrator to the police, I didn't realize someone was snooping at my article till I looked up and saw someone smiling.
No.
It was that sub boss I had when I was working with Wade..
It can't be, I won't let it be
"Nice magazine" He laughed.
"Hey, I remember you, I fired you on Christmas Eve, gooood times"
"Fuck off" I mumbled going back to my article, he shrugged and walked away, I sighed a sigh of relief and did a little dance inside my head that he had gone and I wouldn't be with him.
"Jennifer Walker?"
"That's me" I smiled as I put my magazine in my bag and threw it back over my back and walked inside.
"Take a seat" He smiled, he looked young, around my age.
"Ok so, why do you think you need this job?"
"Well.." I started talking about how it had always been my dream, how I loved nature and it would be a fun job, I also talked about my last job and that I was prone to lateness, but the guy who was called Dean, didn't really seem to mind.
"Sorry to disappoint you.." Oh joy.
"But you got the job, when can you start?"
"Wait.. What?! I got it?! Awesome thank you, I can start anytime, but I need a week off from the 10th of February.
"Okay" Dean laughed as I walked out of the interview room and out onto the car park where I called a cab.
"Taxi!" Someone shouted, I looked around and grinned, I ran to the car and hopped in.
"City of the Damned please" I laughed as Billie nodded and started to drive.
"So.." Billie started, concentrating on the road infront of him.
"How did the interview go?"
"Terrible.. I got the job" Billie Joe looked confused for awhile before a grin spread across his face.
"That's awesome.. And confusing.. I'm confused"
"I normally have that effect on people" I laughed. After about 15 minutes we arrived in the front of my house, I hopped outside of Billie's car and he followed me, I opened up my door to be greeted with a warm gust of air.
"Home sweet home" I smiled as I settled my backpack and coat down on the floor by the door and sat down on my couch, Billie still followed me and sat down next to me, he yawned and scratched his head, looking clueless, my phone rang loudly, making both me and Billie jump out of the seat, I laughed as I picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's Morgan!"
"Oh my God! Hey hun, how are you?"
"I'm fine, getting used to my boring life again.."
"Aw, I miss you so much, it's so quiet around here!"
"What's that supposed to mean?" She chuckled quietly.
"Well.. I just called to say how you were and stuff, and well I have to get to class now"
"Awesome"
"Not really, it sucks"
"But you will get an awesome job!"
"I suppose, bye! I will call you later, kay?"
"Kay, byee!" She hung up on me, I yawned and looked to Billie.
"Aren't you supposed to be doing your divorce paper work?" Billie gave me an evil look, I just shrugged it off and smiled.
"You have to do it dude.. Your still married"
"Yuck.. Don't say that" I started to laughed
"Why?"
"Because I got married to an evil witch"
"So frickin' true"
"And I still have problems with the Adie situation.. She wants my house.."
"I remember that fight.."
"I wish I didn't.. She's not getting it, she got everything she wanted.. She said I could have the house"
"Don't worry about it"
"What ya mean?! Of course I will worry about it"
"Yeah, yeah I know"
"I guess I do have to do the paperwork, before it piles up, I need to do it to get this whole fiasco out of the way"
"Sure do.. And I need to.. Do nothing"
"Well.. I do need to rest for tomorrow" Billie smiled and lay down on the couch with his head rested on my lap.
"Do you mind?"
"Actually.. Nope" I groaned and shifted off the couch and moved to the seat, Billie pouted.
"I was comfy there"
"Ahwell.. You'll get over it"
"Over what?"
"The rainbow?" I laughed as I sat Indian style on the seat, I grabbed the remote next to me and turned on me television.
"Crap, shit, advertisement, rap, crap, poop, Catscratch! Thank Nickelodeon"
"You watch things on Nick?"
"Yesh"
"You sure your not 10?"
"Uh.. I think so.."
"Isn't it.. Act your age.. Not your shoe size?"
"Pfft I would be 7, and besides you can talk"
"Yes.. Yes I can"
"Ugh.. You are so lame" I moaned, shifting in my seat, Billie puffed, he heaved himself of his chair and threw himself on top of me, sending the chair flying backwards and us toppling over the edge.
"Ah! Moron" I shouted, but I started to laugh.
"Oh my God, why did you do that for?"
"I am not lame" My phone rang out again, I tried to reach it.. It wasn't that far away but Billie was sitting on me.
"Billie, I need to get the phone" He picked it up and answered.
"HEY!" I shouted, and tried to grab the phone off him.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is Jennifer Walker there?"
"Yes, I'm speaking" Billie tried to put on a girly voice and by the sounds of it, whoever was on the other end believed his little act.
"Er.. OK, I found a job, it's in Portugal in Vilamoura"
"WHAT!? Really?!"
"Yes, I was wondering when you can go so I can book a plane, hotel and the transfers"
"Er, I'll pass you over too Jenni"
"But I thought that you we-" Billie handed my the phone looking seriously.. That was a rarity.
"Hello?"
"Who was that?"
"Er.. A weird friend"
"Ok, so I've found a photography job in Portugal, it's in Vilamoura, taking pictures of the famous dock, been there?"
"Yeah, twice"
"Cool, know your way around?"
"Not exactly"
"Well, you'll be with someone called Harris anyways who knows the town very well, he's American so you don't have to worry about the Portugese accent, when can you leave to go there? I need to know as I have to book plane tickets, transfers and hotel arrangements"
"Uhm.. Anytime.. But you know about the 10th of February.. Right?"
"Yes, I've got you on holiday for that time, for.. A week?"
"Yeh a week"
"Ok.. If you pack tonight, I can book you a plane for tomorrow.. Let's say 6am?" Woah thats so early.
"Uh sure, I haven't got anything planned, how longs it for?"
"Just 3 days"
"Ok, thanks"
"I'll call you tomorrow with all the arrangements and so and so when you get there"
"Ok byee"
"Byee" I hung up, shifted from the floor and walked to the window sill, for awhile I was just staring out the window out onto my back garden, then I put my phone down and sighed.
"You going..?"
"Yeh"
"Aw, I'm gonna miss you" Billie pouted, he walked over to me and hugged me tightly.
"It's only 3 days"
"3 days!? I can't survive without you for 5 hours let alone 3 days" Billie moaned and pouted.
"Well.. I guess you will have to" I smiled and then looked around.
"Guess I should pack.. Will you help?"
"No.."
"Why?"
"I don't want you to go"
"Billie" I whined, as he looked down to the floor.
"No seriously.. You've always been there everyday to cheer me up, especially with all that's going on now, plus I'd be alone.. Mike isn't really talking to me"
"Why?"
"I actually don't know.. I think it's because he's so wrapped up in his own world, he's forgot about his friends"
"Aw Billie, we can keep touch by phone.. 3 days Billie.. Just 3 days" Billie sighed and then embraced me tightly.
"Nuu"
"Yess"
"Fine" He sighed and fidgeted with something in his pocket - his car keys.
"Your not gonna help me pack?"
"You can pack yourself.. I mean you DO have arms.. Right?"
"Uh.. I think so.. Oh my God! I have two arms! TWO!" I yelled sarcastically before looking to the floor.
"Party pooper" I mumbled.
"Uh well.. Good luck for tomorrow, have a nice week then" I sighed as he nodded and walked out the door.. Stubborn asshole.
I packed all of my items by myself, listening to my MP3 player at the same time, I don't go anywhere without it, and I would be defiantly taking it to Vilamoura with me.
"All I really believe in is you" I sang out until I got a phone call, if it wasn't for that fact I had a vibration mode on my phone I would have missed the call, I quickly jumped and answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey it's me Billie, sorry for acting like a jerk, can I drive you to the airport tomorrow to make up for it?"
"But I have a cab pic-"
"I'll do it"
"The flights at 6am, I have to get there 2 hours before hand, thats 4am"
"I'm still gonna do it"
"Oookay boss"
"Okay, see yah" I finished my packing and took my suitcase and put it by my door, I locked my door and felt something rubbing against my legs.. Little Haushinka, I walked into the kitchen, being careful not to tred on her tiny paws, I fed her and gave her a glass of cool water, then drank some orange juice, I glanced to the clock, 9pm, since I was getting up early.. I needed a lot of sleep, I made myself a cup of ovaltine, adding in lactose free milk and stirring, it always helped me to sleep.. Well, that and alcohol, but I didn't want to get on a plane with a hangover.
Once I had finished my ovaltine I went upstairs and took a shower, I got changed into my PJ's and hopped into bed, setting my alarm to 3:30am and hoping that even though I wasn't tired that I would get some sleep.
***
I hit my alarm with a dull 'thud' before sitting up in bed and rubbing my tired eyes, I quickly brushed my teeth, brushed my hair and got changed, I looked at myself and sighed.
I looked like shit warmed up.
I waited for Billie to pick me up.. He was late, when he turned up I dragged my suitcase to his car and put it in the back, I gave him an evil glare before hopping in the passengers seat.
"Uh.. Hi?" He said quite confused to why I gave him an evil look.
"Your late"
"By 10 minutes!"
"Yeah yeah, hurry up"
"Okay, miss mardy pants" Billie started the car and we was off towards the airport, but for some reason Billie was going under the nation speed limit.
"Damn gotta pee" He swerved the car around and headed back to his house, I raised my eyebrow.
"I would like to get to the airport on time"
"Hey! I have to pee" He said sternly, we got to his house and 10 minutes later we was back on the road.
"Are you hungry?"
"No"
"I am"
"Billie.. Do not turn into the road restaurant"
"Where's that?"
"Uh over th- HEY! Just drive to the airport god damn it, then I can frickin' go to Portugal and get paid"
"I really am hungry though"
"Forget it! Eat on the way back"
"I'm also tired.. Mind if I take a nap?"
"BILLIE!"
"Yeah yeah keep driving, I know" I sank lower in my seat and wondered why Billie seemed to be stalling, I turned on the radio and 'Who Knew' by Pink was on, Billie switched it over but I simply switched it back.
"I like that song"
"It's my radio"
"These are my ears!"
"Fine!" Billie pulled over and stopped the car, grinning like an idiot.
"What the hell?"
"You listen to the frickin' song, I'll have a cig" He said hopping out the car and lighting his cigarette.
"Billie this is not the time to have a fag! Get your butt in the car now!"
"Fag?"
"Cigarette"
"Interesting"
"Not very, now get in the car, or else I'll miss my plane!" I cried, Billie sighed and stubbed out his fag, he hopped back in the car and started to drive again.
We seemed to be going in circles, I don't think Billie had a clue where we was going and we ended up being face to face with a dead end.
"Oops" Billie looked around and backed up, I glanced to the clock and screamed.
"5am! I have an hour to get there!"
"Wow.. I've took an hour to get to a dead end?"
"Hurry up, please Billie, I want this job so badly" Seeing the despair in my eyes, Billie backed his car up and started out down a new road.
"Shit"
"What?"
"I don't know where I am"
"What the fuck do you mean?!"
"We're lost"
"No" I cried, I put my head and my hands to stop any pathetic tears, as Billie now frantically tried to find his way back to the main road to get me to the airport on time.
"Why are you doing this?!" I shouted at Billie who now looked really sorry, he stopped the car.. Having given up all hope, he turned to look at me.
He sighed, bowing his head, turning of the engine.
"Turn it back on!" I cried out, him shaking his head.
"I'm lost, Jenni." I just stared at him for a moment, before sliding out of the seat, slamming the car door shut, Billie Joe's eyes widening.
"Jenni!? Jenni!" I heard him calling, but I didn't care.
"Jenni!" The other door slammed shut, he ran over to me, grabbing my wrist, stopping me from walking anymore.
"Go away, Billie." I snapped, he looked down at me sympathetically, before looking away.
"If you leave, you'll get lost -"
"It beats staying with you," I spat angrily, trying to push him away.
"Don't.. Don't say that.. Please, Jenni.."
I wriggled out of his grasp, "All I wanted, Billie Joe, was this fucking job.. And you took the liberty of screwing it up! I could be on that plane, Billie!"
"But.. You would have left me.." He mumbled, looking down.
"I would have been back!"
He shook his head, sticking his hands in his pockets. I looked down and sighed.
"If you really don't want me to have this great experience then fine, but don't expect me to be very happy with you" I snapped stepping back in the car, Billie sat behind the wheel and looked away from me.
"Sorry" He murmured before starting the car and attempting to find the way back to anywhere that was familiar to him, after 5 minutes of driving the airport was in view, I sighed and shook my head.
We pulled up to my house, I grabbed my suitcase out from the back of Billie's car, and without saying anything to him I walked into my house, Billie sat quietly in his car, then hesitated before getting out of it and walking up to my front door, he invited himself in to find me sitting on the couch in my living room with my knees up to my chin, sobbing quietly, Billie Joe sighed and walked up to where I was and knelt down.
"Look Jenni I'm so sor-"
"Get out of my house" I mumbled and looked away, Billie gently rested his hand on my knee, making me jump.
"Go away" I moaned shifting in my seat.
"Listen I'm sorry, okay? It was a stupid thing to do because you wanted the job so much, but I stopped that because I was pathetic and only thinking about myself and how I wouldn't be able to cope with you, now you can call up your works and I'm sure they'll book another plane flight for you"
"What's the point Billie? I had the chance today, but you.. You screwed it up.."
"I didn't mean too.. Well I did" I rolled my eyes at him.
"Why are you so damn confused?! How can you be so stupid to let your own friend down like that?!"
"I jus.."
"You just what Billie? You rely on me way too much"
"Well sorry for caring!" Billie shouted, the temperature rising in his veins as he stood up.
"Well maybe you care too damn much, just like my parents" I muttered underneath my breath.
"Don't compare me to your parents! After what I've heard they are assholes!"
"You have no right to call them assholes!" I shouted, I stood up next to Billie, even though I was quite tall he still managed to tower over me.
"Then why compare me to someone who made you cut yourself?!"
"Because it's really starting to feel that way"
"Well you might as well go fucking home"
"Yeh, see how you'd cope then, can't survive without me for 3 days.. Try a life time Billie, what if I die?! What would you do then?"
"Why bring that up?"
"Because I'm asking you a question god damn it!"
"I'd.. I dunno, cry?"
"But you'd get over me, Billie you have to realize I'm 24, 25 in March, I have my own life and I'm still young, I'm going to go separate ways from you, and you just have to realize you can't stop what I want to do! I really wanted that job, the money.. Hell the enjoyment of going to Vilamoura, but no you had to spoil it for me, just because the fucking 33 year old man couldn't survive without a young woman"
He kept his head bowed, suddenly becoming interested in his shoes.
"I'm sorry.." He mumbled
I rolled my eyes angrily, sighing, "But you're not. Because if you were, you wouldn't have stopped me."
"I am sorry though, I just wasn't thinking"
"Whatever Billie, why can't you use your head for once?! Now get out" Billie shook his head in disappointment before walking to his car, he stopped for awhile, he turned around and looked at my house with a shamed face, he turned back round and got in his car and drove off.
"Mike, can you make me some coffee please?" Billie mumbled to him shifting through the mass amount of paper work.
"Yes master"
"Thanks pal" I rolled my eyes as Mike ran the errand and left the study room.
"Billie.. Relax" I sighed as he started to get frustrated.
"Where's my pen?!" He yelled, throwing rubbish everywhere and panicking, I rubbed my head and looked around the room.
"Use another one"
"No I'm using the same pen"
"Why?"
"It looks better" I groaned as I watched him rush around the room which had turned into a mess.
"Just use this pen" I said taking a black biro out of my backpack, Billie looked over and shot me a smile.
"Guess I could use another pen"
"Before you die of a panic attack" I sighed handing it to him.
"Are you ready for the awards tomorrow?" Billie nodded as Mike came back in with a cup of warm coffee.
"Here you go your majesty" Billie narrowed his eyes.
"Thanks" He took it and rested it on his wooden desk, clearing the paper out of the way first.
"Mike are you all ready for the awards tomorrow?" Mike nodded to me, I smiled.
"That's good then.. Hey do you put them in a cabinet or something?"
"Kinda yeh" I gave him a funny look before swinging my backpack around my back and standing up.
"Well I best be off" I looked to my watch.
"I have enough time to go into a shop to buy a magazine before my job interview" Yes I was getting a new job, I couldn't just sit on my ass.
"Ok good luck" Billie shouted as I left the room, Mike waved as I turned around and smiled.
"See yah" I opened the door and walked past Mike's car, wishing that I could drive already but I was still taking tests and was still afraid to drive.
***
"Hmm" I browsed through the magazine's picking up two; Kerrang! And Closer, I always loved reading people's stupid stories, so I used to read the magazines when I visited my grandad's house.
I didn't expect America to have Closer on the shelves it must be exported because I know it's English, everytime something reminded me of home I wanted February 10th to come quicker even if I hated that life, I still grew up there and if it wasn't for home, I wouldn't have excellent friends.
I walked to my job interviewer, it wasn't for the zoo unfortunately, but since I had photography qualifications I signed up with a team called 'Click It', who specials in photography for nature, which was my dream job for awhile anyway. I didn't want a job, but I knew to stay in my house and to stay in America I would have to get a job to pay the bills and etc.
Sitting down I set aside my backpack and took out Closer and started to read the Real Life problems.
'Yes officer that's my vibrator! '
My eyes widened, I smiled and decided to read the article, laughing at the fact someone was so sad to tell the world that she had to identify her blue vibrator to the police, I didn't realize someone was snooping at my article till I looked up and saw someone smiling.
No.
It was that sub boss I had when I was working with Wade..
It can't be, I won't let it be
"Nice magazine" He laughed.
"Hey, I remember you, I fired you on Christmas Eve, gooood times"
"Fuck off" I mumbled going back to my article, he shrugged and walked away, I sighed a sigh of relief and did a little dance inside my head that he had gone and I wouldn't be with him.
"Jennifer Walker?"
"That's me" I smiled as I put my magazine in my bag and threw it back over my back and walked inside.
"Take a seat" He smiled, he looked young, around my age.
"Ok so, why do you think you need this job?"
"Well.." I started talking about how it had always been my dream, how I loved nature and it would be a fun job, I also talked about my last job and that I was prone to lateness, but the guy who was called Dean, didn't really seem to mind.
"Sorry to disappoint you.." Oh joy.
"But you got the job, when can you start?"
"Wait.. What?! I got it?! Awesome thank you, I can start anytime, but I need a week off from the 10th of February.
"Okay" Dean laughed as I walked out of the interview room and out onto the car park where I called a cab.
"Taxi!" Someone shouted, I looked around and grinned, I ran to the car and hopped in.
"City of the Damned please" I laughed as Billie nodded and started to drive.
"So.." Billie started, concentrating on the road infront of him.
"How did the interview go?"
"Terrible.. I got the job" Billie Joe looked confused for awhile before a grin spread across his face.
"That's awesome.. And confusing.. I'm confused"
"I normally have that effect on people" I laughed. After about 15 minutes we arrived in the front of my house, I hopped outside of Billie's car and he followed me, I opened up my door to be greeted with a warm gust of air.
"Home sweet home" I smiled as I settled my backpack and coat down on the floor by the door and sat down on my couch, Billie still followed me and sat down next to me, he yawned and scratched his head, looking clueless, my phone rang loudly, making both me and Billie jump out of the seat, I laughed as I picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's Morgan!"
"Oh my God! Hey hun, how are you?"
"I'm fine, getting used to my boring life again.."
"Aw, I miss you so much, it's so quiet around here!"
"What's that supposed to mean?" She chuckled quietly.
"Well.. I just called to say how you were and stuff, and well I have to get to class now"
"Awesome"
"Not really, it sucks"
"But you will get an awesome job!"
"I suppose, bye! I will call you later, kay?"
"Kay, byee!" She hung up on me, I yawned and looked to Billie.
"Aren't you supposed to be doing your divorce paper work?" Billie gave me an evil look, I just shrugged it off and smiled.
"You have to do it dude.. Your still married"
"Yuck.. Don't say that" I started to laughed
"Why?"
"Because I got married to an evil witch"
"So frickin' true"
"And I still have problems with the Adie situation.. She wants my house.."
"I remember that fight.."
"I wish I didn't.. She's not getting it, she got everything she wanted.. She said I could have the house"
"Don't worry about it"
"What ya mean?! Of course I will worry about it"
"Yeah, yeah I know"
"I guess I do have to do the paperwork, before it piles up, I need to do it to get this whole fiasco out of the way"
"Sure do.. And I need to.. Do nothing"
"Well.. I do need to rest for tomorrow" Billie smiled and lay down on the couch with his head rested on my lap.
"Do you mind?"
"Actually.. Nope" I groaned and shifted off the couch and moved to the seat, Billie pouted.
"I was comfy there"
"Ahwell.. You'll get over it"
"Over what?"
"The rainbow?" I laughed as I sat Indian style on the seat, I grabbed the remote next to me and turned on me television.
"Crap, shit, advertisement, rap, crap, poop, Catscratch! Thank Nickelodeon"
"You watch things on Nick?"
"Yesh"
"You sure your not 10?"
"Uh.. I think so.."
"Isn't it.. Act your age.. Not your shoe size?"
"Pfft I would be 7, and besides you can talk"
"Yes.. Yes I can"
"Ugh.. You are so lame" I moaned, shifting in my seat, Billie puffed, he heaved himself of his chair and threw himself on top of me, sending the chair flying backwards and us toppling over the edge.
"Ah! Moron" I shouted, but I started to laugh.
"Oh my God, why did you do that for?"
"I am not lame" My phone rang out again, I tried to reach it.. It wasn't that far away but Billie was sitting on me.
"Billie, I need to get the phone" He picked it up and answered.
"HEY!" I shouted, and tried to grab the phone off him.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is Jennifer Walker there?"
"Yes, I'm speaking" Billie tried to put on a girly voice and by the sounds of it, whoever was on the other end believed his little act.
"Er.. OK, I found a job, it's in Portugal in Vilamoura"
"WHAT!? Really?!"
"Yes, I was wondering when you can go so I can book a plane, hotel and the transfers"
"Er, I'll pass you over too Jenni"
"But I thought that you we-" Billie handed my the phone looking seriously.. That was a rarity.
"Hello?"
"Who was that?"
"Er.. A weird friend"
"Ok, so I've found a photography job in Portugal, it's in Vilamoura, taking pictures of the famous dock, been there?"
"Yeah, twice"
"Cool, know your way around?"
"Not exactly"
"Well, you'll be with someone called Harris anyways who knows the town very well, he's American so you don't have to worry about the Portugese accent, when can you leave to go there? I need to know as I have to book plane tickets, transfers and hotel arrangements"
"Uhm.. Anytime.. But you know about the 10th of February.. Right?"
"Yes, I've got you on holiday for that time, for.. A week?"
"Yeh a week"
"Ok.. If you pack tonight, I can book you a plane for tomorrow.. Let's say 6am?" Woah thats so early.
"Uh sure, I haven't got anything planned, how longs it for?"
"Just 3 days"
"Ok, thanks"
"I'll call you tomorrow with all the arrangements and so and so when you get there"
"Ok byee"
"Byee" I hung up, shifted from the floor and walked to the window sill, for awhile I was just staring out the window out onto my back garden, then I put my phone down and sighed.
"You going..?"
"Yeh"
"Aw, I'm gonna miss you" Billie pouted, he walked over to me and hugged me tightly.
"It's only 3 days"
"3 days!? I can't survive without you for 5 hours let alone 3 days" Billie moaned and pouted.
"Well.. I guess you will have to" I smiled and then looked around.
"Guess I should pack.. Will you help?"
"No.."
"Why?"
"I don't want you to go"
"Billie" I whined, as he looked down to the floor.
"No seriously.. You've always been there everyday to cheer me up, especially with all that's going on now, plus I'd be alone.. Mike isn't really talking to me"
"Why?"
"I actually don't know.. I think it's because he's so wrapped up in his own world, he's forgot about his friends"
"Aw Billie, we can keep touch by phone.. 3 days Billie.. Just 3 days" Billie sighed and then embraced me tightly.
"Nuu"
"Yess"
"Fine" He sighed and fidgeted with something in his pocket - his car keys.
"Your not gonna help me pack?"
"You can pack yourself.. I mean you DO have arms.. Right?"
"Uh.. I think so.. Oh my God! I have two arms! TWO!" I yelled sarcastically before looking to the floor.
"Party pooper" I mumbled.
"Uh well.. Good luck for tomorrow, have a nice week then" I sighed as he nodded and walked out the door.. Stubborn asshole.
I packed all of my items by myself, listening to my MP3 player at the same time, I don't go anywhere without it, and I would be defiantly taking it to Vilamoura with me.
"All I really believe in is you" I sang out until I got a phone call, if it wasn't for that fact I had a vibration mode on my phone I would have missed the call, I quickly jumped and answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey it's me Billie, sorry for acting like a jerk, can I drive you to the airport tomorrow to make up for it?"
"But I have a cab pic-"
"I'll do it"
"The flights at 6am, I have to get there 2 hours before hand, thats 4am"
"I'm still gonna do it"
"Oookay boss"
"Okay, see yah" I finished my packing and took my suitcase and put it by my door, I locked my door and felt something rubbing against my legs.. Little Haushinka, I walked into the kitchen, being careful not to tred on her tiny paws, I fed her and gave her a glass of cool water, then drank some orange juice, I glanced to the clock, 9pm, since I was getting up early.. I needed a lot of sleep, I made myself a cup of ovaltine, adding in lactose free milk and stirring, it always helped me to sleep.. Well, that and alcohol, but I didn't want to get on a plane with a hangover.
Once I had finished my ovaltine I went upstairs and took a shower, I got changed into my PJ's and hopped into bed, setting my alarm to 3:30am and hoping that even though I wasn't tired that I would get some sleep.
***
I hit my alarm with a dull 'thud' before sitting up in bed and rubbing my tired eyes, I quickly brushed my teeth, brushed my hair and got changed, I looked at myself and sighed.
I looked like shit warmed up.
I waited for Billie to pick me up.. He was late, when he turned up I dragged my suitcase to his car and put it in the back, I gave him an evil glare before hopping in the passengers seat.
"Uh.. Hi?" He said quite confused to why I gave him an evil look.
"Your late"
"By 10 minutes!"
"Yeah yeah, hurry up"
"Okay, miss mardy pants" Billie started the car and we was off towards the airport, but for some reason Billie was going under the nation speed limit.
"Damn gotta pee" He swerved the car around and headed back to his house, I raised my eyebrow.
"I would like to get to the airport on time"
"Hey! I have to pee" He said sternly, we got to his house and 10 minutes later we was back on the road.
"Are you hungry?"
"No"
"I am"
"Billie.. Do not turn into the road restaurant"
"Where's that?"
"Uh over th- HEY! Just drive to the airport god damn it, then I can frickin' go to Portugal and get paid"
"I really am hungry though"
"Forget it! Eat on the way back"
"I'm also tired.. Mind if I take a nap?"
"BILLIE!"
"Yeah yeah keep driving, I know" I sank lower in my seat and wondered why Billie seemed to be stalling, I turned on the radio and 'Who Knew' by Pink was on, Billie switched it over but I simply switched it back.
"I like that song"
"It's my radio"
"These are my ears!"
"Fine!" Billie pulled over and stopped the car, grinning like an idiot.
"What the hell?"
"You listen to the frickin' song, I'll have a cig" He said hopping out the car and lighting his cigarette.
"Billie this is not the time to have a fag! Get your butt in the car now!"
"Fag?"
"Cigarette"
"Interesting"
"Not very, now get in the car, or else I'll miss my plane!" I cried, Billie sighed and stubbed out his fag, he hopped back in the car and started to drive again.
We seemed to be going in circles, I don't think Billie had a clue where we was going and we ended up being face to face with a dead end.
"Oops" Billie looked around and backed up, I glanced to the clock and screamed.
"5am! I have an hour to get there!"
"Wow.. I've took an hour to get to a dead end?"
"Hurry up, please Billie, I want this job so badly" Seeing the despair in my eyes, Billie backed his car up and started out down a new road.
"Shit"
"What?"
"I don't know where I am"
"What the fuck do you mean?!"
"We're lost"
"No" I cried, I put my head and my hands to stop any pathetic tears, as Billie now frantically tried to find his way back to the main road to get me to the airport on time.
"Why are you doing this?!" I shouted at Billie who now looked really sorry, he stopped the car.. Having given up all hope, he turned to look at me.
He sighed, bowing his head, turning of the engine.
"Turn it back on!" I cried out, him shaking his head.
"I'm lost, Jenni." I just stared at him for a moment, before sliding out of the seat, slamming the car door shut, Billie Joe's eyes widening.
"Jenni!? Jenni!" I heard him calling, but I didn't care.
"Jenni!" The other door slammed shut, he ran over to me, grabbing my wrist, stopping me from walking anymore.
"Go away, Billie." I snapped, he looked down at me sympathetically, before looking away.
"If you leave, you'll get lost -"
"It beats staying with you," I spat angrily, trying to push him away.
"Don't.. Don't say that.. Please, Jenni.."
I wriggled out of his grasp, "All I wanted, Billie Joe, was this fucking job.. And you took the liberty of screwing it up! I could be on that plane, Billie!"
"But.. You would have left me.." He mumbled, looking down.
"I would have been back!"
He shook his head, sticking his hands in his pockets. I looked down and sighed.
"If you really don't want me to have this great experience then fine, but don't expect me to be very happy with you" I snapped stepping back in the car, Billie sat behind the wheel and looked away from me.
"Sorry" He murmured before starting the car and attempting to find the way back to anywhere that was familiar to him, after 5 minutes of driving the airport was in view, I sighed and shook my head.
We pulled up to my house, I grabbed my suitcase out from the back of Billie's car, and without saying anything to him I walked into my house, Billie sat quietly in his car, then hesitated before getting out of it and walking up to my front door, he invited himself in to find me sitting on the couch in my living room with my knees up to my chin, sobbing quietly, Billie Joe sighed and walked up to where I was and knelt down.
"Look Jenni I'm so sor-"
"Get out of my house" I mumbled and looked away, Billie gently rested his hand on my knee, making me jump.
"Go away" I moaned shifting in my seat.
"Listen I'm sorry, okay? It was a stupid thing to do because you wanted the job so much, but I stopped that because I was pathetic and only thinking about myself and how I wouldn't be able to cope with you, now you can call up your works and I'm sure they'll book another plane flight for you"
"What's the point Billie? I had the chance today, but you.. You screwed it up.."
"I didn't mean too.. Well I did" I rolled my eyes at him.
"Why are you so damn confused?! How can you be so stupid to let your own friend down like that?!"
"I jus.."
"You just what Billie? You rely on me way too much"
"Well sorry for caring!" Billie shouted, the temperature rising in his veins as he stood up.
"Well maybe you care too damn much, just like my parents" I muttered underneath my breath.
"Don't compare me to your parents! After what I've heard they are assholes!"
"You have no right to call them assholes!" I shouted, I stood up next to Billie, even though I was quite tall he still managed to tower over me.
"Then why compare me to someone who made you cut yourself?!"
"Because it's really starting to feel that way"
"Well you might as well go fucking home"
"Yeh, see how you'd cope then, can't survive without me for 3 days.. Try a life time Billie, what if I die?! What would you do then?"
"Why bring that up?"
"Because I'm asking you a question god damn it!"
"I'd.. I dunno, cry?"
"But you'd get over me, Billie you have to realize I'm 24, 25 in March, I have my own life and I'm still young, I'm going to go separate ways from you, and you just have to realize you can't stop what I want to do! I really wanted that job, the money.. Hell the enjoyment of going to Vilamoura, but no you had to spoil it for me, just because the fucking 33 year old man couldn't survive without a young woman"
He kept his head bowed, suddenly becoming interested in his shoes.
"I'm sorry.." He mumbled
I rolled my eyes angrily, sighing, "But you're not. Because if you were, you wouldn't have stopped me."
"I am sorry though, I just wasn't thinking"
"Whatever Billie, why can't you use your head for once?! Now get out" Billie shook his head in disappointment before walking to his car, he stopped for awhile, he turned around and looked at my house with a shamed face, he turned back round and got in his car and drove off.
